Reminiscing



The years I have lived may not be that many but it's enough. I may not have experienced full extent of life but I have few scars beneath my sleeves.

There was little girl that existed in place of me. She was someone who existed with mind full of innocence and nativity. She existed before everything happened. When life started to move on, the changes was visible. I am no longer her.

I was somebody before, and I will be someone again. I just want to remember who I was before all of this began.

Maybe that’s why my mind insists on remembering. Part of myself is hoping to find something in the past. Some remnant of the girl I used to be, a glimpse of the woman I’d hoped to become.

The girl in my past, she had never thought I'll be the person I am today. Her ideal future was something else, I can't remember it all. Just bits and pieces. I can't seem to remember her anymore. It seems to be a lifetime ago.

Maybe it was,
who knows.

And the woman I am today will never know who I'll become in the future. The person I now tend to become is just fragments of my imagination. And I may not be the same. Like how I am not the same as I had pictured myself to be 10 years ago.

Maybe I'll be a sophisticated person, or I'll still trip over invisible stones. Or I'll be more confident and comfortable to voice my thoughts or I'll just stay at the corner.

Nobody knows,
Nobody knows.


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